I actually feel some peace today. I don't understand why he has chosen to turn his back on me and our mother. I will probably never know and I'm sure it will pop up now and again like a sore tooth for me to worry at. But, for now, I choose to move on.
I once visited an eerily accurate psychic who told me that the line I have on my hand was what she called a "sucker line".
|The line straight across the top of my palm is the the "sucker line". Most people have 2 broken lines where I have 1 solid. (I know you just looked at your hand.)|
She said, "Honey, you have to find a back bone or you're going to be taken advantage of for the rest of your life." Through the years, I have developed a back bone, but it isn't stiff and unforgiving. It is able to bend... it bends right up to the point that it will break if I don't stand up straight and say, "Enough!".
As I walk away from my brother I do say, "Enough."
I cannot lose something that I never really had.